Grunts on the line, where the enemy wants them dead, still goof off - even knowing that by letting their guard down they might die.
Northern Sweden holds a special kind of magic. It's cold, lonely, and the people are tough and silent, or so the stereotype says. This is Asa Larsson's home turf and I find as much joy in reading her closely observed descriptions of the environment, as in following her intriguing plots.
I am an atheist, and if an atheist and a pope think the same things, there must be something true. It's that simple!

